MARY

Mary Had A Little Lamb, Little Lamb... Little... Lamb I can’t believe I’m singing the song I hated for almost 16 years of existence in this clueless and cruel world. I don’t know, I just hated it before and now I liked singing it like it does make sense. Probably, it really makes sense especially on me. “How? How could you do this?” I could hear his beautiful husky voice, I miss this man. “It’s very simple.” I answered him back, proudly. He looked at me apathetic. I chuckled I remember how he gave me that same look when we first met. “You don’t have to be like this. You have everything. Why?” I closed my eyes reflecting about what he just said. “I don’t. I don’t have that everything you are talking about.” “I’m begging you. Stop this. Don’t force yourself to my brother.” I opened my eyes and stared at him cold. Am I wrong about him? Did he think I’m doing this for his brother? I did all of this for you! This is for you, why can’t you see it? I burst out laughing after 10 seconds of staring at him and I think he was puzzled, use your brain please, “Oh, yes, I’m forcing.” I nodded. “I—I just love him.” Tear escaped from my left eye. “You can—can’t stop me.” “Mary.” The last thing I heard from him.